Capitalismo

Well you came here with nothin'
So that's how you'll go
No money, no cars, and no fancy clothes
There were tears when you got here
And tears when you leave
And I might not know much
But this I believe
I might not know that much
But this I belive
Well the songs that I'm singin' ain't easy to hear
So tell all your children to cover their ears
Someone tell my sweetheart this might be the end
For this is the tension, the break in the bend
For this is the tension, the break in the bend

I ain't no lawyer, or no doctor's son
I may never have money, and I live on the run
But I'm not runnin' from the truth of my past
I'm runnin
Towards somethin' new

'Cause you came here with nothin'
That's how you'll go
No money, no cars, and no fancy clothes
There were tears when you got here
Tears when you leave
And I might not know much
But this I believe
I might not know that much
But this I believe
The songs that I'm singin' may not make a dime

And that is the reason I wrote them this time
Cause you can't take it with you
When you meet your end
Ask my grandpa, my brother
They'll tell ya my friends
Ask my grandpa, my brother
They'll tell ya my friends
Ask my grandpa my brother
They'll tell ya my friends!
Ask my grandpa my brother
They'll tell ya my friends

Cause you came here with nothin'
That's how you'll go
No money, no cars, and no fancy clothes
There were tears when you got here
Tears when you leave
And if I die with nothin'
Then I have all I need

If you die with nothin'
You have all you need
If we die with nothin
Then we have all we need